Interstellar Uranus Chapter 1
Yet another alien abduction/slave Sci Fi story. Where a common upper middle class single man gets spirited away for homosexual tomfoolery. An exercise of making bad things happen to good (or at least average) people.
It was a fine cool night, still and silent within the suburb. There was no light except of those supplied by the street lamps every few dozen yards or so. Nobody was on the streets, person or car leaving no disturbance in the dead of the night. Everybody who lived in this gated community was asleep
Inside one particular single house, this was especially true. The only resident there was a leopard male whose name was Claude. He laid flat on his bed, completely knocked out with the only signs of life being his breathing and the occasional scratching of his bare chest.
All in all it was a typical boring night in suburbia, except for one thing. That one particular thing was currently hovering over the area, unseen, unheard and more importantly unnoticed. What this thing was if anybody was there to observe was a large spaceship of some sort. One could assume this by the fact from the shape which wasn't a saucer but a rough bird like appearance. The other hint was that it was hovering in the air with no observable moving parts.
The ship had a purpose being there though, one that an outside observer would not understand unless he or she had the power to see through walls. Inside a certain number of these houses of the suburbs, men vanished from their beds. Not just any men, they were well built and from the lack of other lives in the buildings, all single. One by one a collection of these males vanished and Claude was spirited away from his home as well. Soon enough it appeared that the ship had filled some unknown quota as it suddenly lifted up and shot out of the atmosphere, leaving behind empty beds as a mystery for others.
Claude began to stir as he suddenly noticed the chill in the air but when he moved to cover himself with a blanket, his limbs found nothing but resistance. His eyes springing open the jaguar found himself alone within a white tiled room. He was naked and was shackled flat to a cold metallic board. "The Fuck?" Claude shouted and tried to twist his head to see just what in the world was happening. However the neck shackle that was on him had other ideas, still the jaguar was able to spot a large pane of thick dull glass. A one way window most likely and that got Claude's temper riled up. "Hey assholes, what sick fucks are you! Let me out of here right now!"
The jaguar kept on cursing and struggling against his bonds. He couldn't see what bastards were keeping him locked in this perverted position but that didn't mean he would be taking it without a fight. A sudden mechanical sound, like pistons being fired made the feline pause in his thrashing and he looked in the only direction he could. Up above him he could see descending down a white plastic covered arm. At the end of it was a clear plastic tube that inside had a pink rubber like sleeve.
Claude removed his attention from this device to focus more on trying to get out of his bonds. It was because of this that he didn't notice the tube slip above his cock. Air began to be sucked up and the jaguar was able to notice the tube again when his flaccid cock was drawn into the sleeve by the pressure difference. "Gh Da..a.mm.mn.." The suction from the sleeve slowly but surely drew Claude's dick into its full length. Constantly the tube jumped up and down, the sleeve's smooth slick walls stroking the feline off like a living warm wet hole.
His struggles began to fade as the constant bouncing strokes eroded Claude's ability to think straight. A man's second head is his dick and more often than not its decisions override the brain. In the back of the jaguar's mind he raged against the bastards that were doing this to him. However those thoughts were kicked to the back and locked in by the desire to have more. For the tube to suck a little harder, for his cock to grind a little bit deeper.
The curses from the male's mouth faded and slowly turned into grunts, groans and even moans. His breathing grew more deep and uneven as Claude tried to move his hips into the machine relentlessly giving the blowjob of his life. Those shackles had other ideas and they limited Claude's range of motion that he had no choice but to let the tube decide how much stimulation he would receive.
Sadly for him the tube was a devilish tease, never conforming to a set pattern. Sometimes grinding into the jaguar furiously then finishing into a long slow light caress. Other times alternating between short and long bouncing up and down his length. Then that tube occasionally went in deep, utter enclosing Claude's dick to the base. It remained there giving tiny quivers that drove the jaguar wild. Claude began to lose himself in the timelessness of pleasure. Without any sort of reference, the buff jaguar couldn't tell how long this torturous, agonizing pleasure had gone on. Yet through all this stimulation, there was one thing that Claude was sure he didn't have. An orgasm.
Eventually Claude was begging, begging to be allowed to cum. That infernal machine never granted it. Just when Claude was tensing to release his seed, that tube and pink demon changed tactics. They would suddenly pause and switch to slow massaging rubs that never crossed the threshold needed to send the jaguar over the edge but enough to prevent the jaguar from calming down completely. By the end of this treatment, Claude's cock was throbbing in ecstasy and the jaguar could feel his nuts aching to shoot.
Finally the rubber sleeve and tube slammed down onto his cock base and tugged fiercely. Claude underwent spasms as his cock shot load after load of backed up spunk. His eyes closed as he grunted and to his shame whined in satisfaction. Claude couldn't see that his seed was being sucked away by clear tubing installed all along the mechanical arm into the ceiling.
While Claude was panting heavily and trying to recoup from his intense orgasm, he wasn't able to notice that the air he breathed in had a sweet smell to it. Then again the jaguar wasn't thinking clearly and as a result didn't notice that his senses began to blur even further than the euphoria supplied by orgasm. In short the jaguar ended up being knocked out again.
Behind the solid one way window, Claude's kidnappers watched with wicked humor. Claude's unconscious body was removed from the slab he was bound to. It was taken to a glass cylinder tank hidden behind one of the wall tiles and the jaguar was stuffed inside. The tank filled with some sort of fluid that suspended the feline inside and a conveyor belt moved the jaguar away to allow the next victim to be processed. One of the abductors began to chuckle "Looks like a fine harvest of bitches tonight."
"Right you are" the other alien replied and the two walked away, revealing behind them an observation bay filled with the same type of room that Claude was in. Those windows showing rooms where various males being milked for their seed, stolen from home and their final fate yet unknown, captives and free men no more.